SLAVES TO THE MOON BOOK 1 : DENYING BRADY

On a larger scale, I didn’t have to be gifted to know what was coming next in the long term.

I was going to hate the rest of my life after one night by having Brady once but never again. The rational part of me knew how that was a good reason to stop before we got any further. Yet, I found myself not caring about it and instead free falling over the feeling of something hot and more wanting slither itself deeper in me, with every second he touched and kissed me. My breath hitched and my skin sizzled with a warm delicious feeling the moment he snaked a possessive hand around my waist, pulling me closer. Lips on lips, chest to chest, hips and cocks aligned with purpose, to a mate I’d initially rejected. I was filled with various feelings but one thing was certain. The way we fell for each other with burning passion and thornful emotion illustrated just how much we needed the night from each other. A measurable fact that made the act and intention a good reason for us to carry on with this.

With summoned courage, I pressed myself against his body and lifted my face so as to lick his Adam’s apple with a moan that showed how much of a good time this was for me. He responded by tucking my hair out of its bun and tugging at it by the roots like a familiar lover. The feeling he incited in me was brilliant, straight out of the fire and addicting. So much like a drug or a song you can’t get enough of and that’s when I knew my soul had completely yielded to more sin as I fell for the flame over and over again. Despite knowing nobody would approve but I simply wanted more.

I needed him closer.

I needed me inside me

As slutty and easy, as I would seem I couldn’t hide how I wanted him. To receive his essence inside me like how it was meant to be. One of his hands held a strong grip on my hip as the other fed into my new addiction. Eagerly I revelled in the feel of his fingers going through my hair to massage my scalp with a primitive show of strength. It made me moan and sink into his neck with slippery nibbles and one of my hands fluttering along his warm length. He responded perfectly to my hand; dripping, groaning and tugging on my hair with one hand like an impatient boyfriend. His other hand lowered to grip my ass hard and possessively so he could flip me over until I straddled his lap. Once in position, we both moaned with pleasure, eyes closed, his hips gyrating powerfully into each other.

I gasped.

He groaned chasing after the soundless sound with a kiss that fell on me like a flame I couldn’t flee from.

As the seconds passed into minutes his sounds grew hoarse and sexier just as his touch felt like so much more. I rolled a figure eight on top of him, loving the thrilling wet feeling of the slide of his pulsating arousal between my cheeks. He was not yet inside me but I liked the feeling this came with all the same and he seemed to love it just as much. The more, I did that, the more he would massage my rear end with hardcore groping, that straddled the line between romantic and angry. I pressed and he fucking growled into my mouth, I loved it.

I needed more though, something at the core of me felt pulled to the surface at the heavy petting...or rather the expectation of his mark on me. I kissed the corner of his lips and trailed down his neck, earlobe then back at the neck and further down his torso. All the way to the inviting treasure trail, that turned me on senselessly. From the top of it, I made sure my kisses came with wet licks and butterfly blows that made him hiss a sound I had no words for.

Erotic desire overwhelmed my senses to no end, even more, when I felt his body twitch, spurt, and tremble from pleasure in my hands and under my tongue. “Malik,” My heart skipped a beat from the pride, satisfaction and motivation.

Brady’s head was thrown back in pleasure, curse words leaping from his divine lips. His claws clasped and retracted twice as my tongue swirled on his slippery head. Deep and low cries of pleasure escaped his throat, and I throbbed, his hands pulled me closer as though he too needed more of me. This only spurred me on, his response was positively filling me with pride. Pride that he was with me, it’s I who was making him feel and enjoy that. Enough to elicit those kinds of sounds from a Blue Blooded Alpha that was mine tonight.

In between my seconds of positive self-appraisal, I then remembered distant repressed memories of fleeting seconds from the time I felt lonely in my cage of hiding. When I would wonder what he’d look like under my hand, in me, in my mouth. Fleeting seconds they were but I remember wondering but not expecting or wanting anything like this to actually happen. Especially the face of desire he had on at the moment, etched with a powerful sexual feel in his body. His face looked so handsome, all man, so precious as the time I was spending with him.

We were operating on borrowed time and the look in his blue eyes was electric; my heart was stunned off a tempo. When I thought of time again, I felt deeply and badly about the amount of it I’d wasted holding on to the past. I felt worse at comprehending that I was only going to have him once and never again. I was going to be human and forced to live without him, just then tears roared a threat stinging my eyes and involuntarily fell. I was a champ though, so I didn’t stop giving him head, I just went even harder, taking him deeper down my throat.

“Mmh” Brady hid a moan under his fist as he worked with the other hand to lift my face from his crotch. “Are you ok?” he asked through laboured breaths, already scooting away from me.

This was by far the most embarrassing thing that could have happened to me in bed.

I held on to his length afraid he’d get soft on me. “, Yes, just uhm close your eyes.” I managed to say over the distraction of his dick in my face. I dipped my face and my tongue teased his dripping, salty length. Mhm.

A low growl rumbled from his chest as he threw his head back racking his fingers through my hair. I took all of him in my mouth and the very second he let out another grunt and writhed under me. An electric current coursed through my entire system like a raging tidal wave of desire, contentment and love. All wrapped into one warm feel of wanting.

Even now I realize how odd it is to say that I literally had Brady’s dick in my mouth, my left hand stroking my pulsating cock as I felt the connection between us grow stronger. All my other senses shut down selecting to only focus on the grunts Brady released. The moans I made were cringey but this acknowledgement was in the back of my mind; in the heat of the moment, I didn’t care. Neither did the feeling at my core, that was deliciously desperate to come out from within me.

From between my lips, I felt his cock throb with pulsating need and grow in size as I swirled my tongue pushing his hot long press to the back of my throat. I fiercely couldn’t wait to make him cum. However before I could achieve my short-term goal he pulled me off him, in between short breaths of hard work and desire he hushed “C’me here” before he pulled me up and kissed me.

He kissed me hot and hungry.

His mouth and hands were demanding, and the sensitive kiss did not start slow. Brady charged into it at a mind-blowing level of intimacy. His mouth moved with innate sensuality across my own as a heatwave of desire to be fucked flared inside my veins and made me needy in every opening on my body. I gasped his name, he breathed mine back and my senses flooded with the texture, taste and scent of him. He reached for a glove and lube by his bedside drawer. “I have peppermint and pineapple?” he smiled in question.

The gesture caught my heart off-guard, his smile was a heart-stopping smile that I wished I could see for all eternity. Both in life and in death, but that was not going to be possible anymore.

Next thing I knew my eyes flushed down with uncontrollable one, two, three, tears.

He hugged me with a newly generated energy built from fear, “I’m sorry; I’m sorry we can stop here.” He tried to console me through the tears of regret that floored from me even as my heart was filled with joy, body floored with desire. The fact only killed me more from the inside. “No... No, it’s not that, I just...I know you don’t wanna talk but...I just...” I couldn’t look him in the eye “I just feel so regretful over everything.” Finally, I looked into his beautiful striking eyes “I am so sorry Brady.”

He leaned forward and pecked my forehead, wrapped his hands on my waist “We both have our regrets.” The cuddling motion sent flickers of arousal down my spine which instigated our movement. One that was just meant to be a cuddle but ended up being sexual. I was straddling him and could feel that he was getting hard again as was I.

He pecked my cheek, my nose, my chin, gave a soft wet kiss on my lips and said: “It’s alright, I forgave you and I’m sorry too.”

I kissed him back on the mouth, then nibbled on his earlobe “I love you.” I replied grounding myself deeper onto his hard dripping flesh and feeling the wet slide of it under my bottom from outside.

He pulled back with a serious expression on his face, “I take it you still want to...”

“YES,” my reply came off too eager but I didn’t care. “You’re going to mark me too right?” I asked because in all our heavy petting Brady hadn’t left his nibbles or teeth anywhere on my neck. I guess a certain part of me thought he was only doing this to fuck me but not for the mark.

Brady sunk his teeth in the crook of my neck. The nibbling he was doing was erotically sensational but it wasn’t the mark. Still, it was enough to pierce me with a combination of ranging emotions and arousal. Arousal that thickened when I felt the pleasuring intrusion of Brady’s lubed finger explore me from my ring of receptive flesh before it was carefully slid inside me.

The intrusion felt foreign but now was not the time to linger on that or let the oddness of it show on my face. So I gasped with a moan when what I really wanted to do was cry out. He scissored me for a bit and once I was a bit used to his finger I bit on his earlobe encouraging him to add another. The surprising careful lover he was, he obeyed diligently and thankfully began using the distraction of his unmerciful passionate kisses on my neck and everywhere else on my body his lips could get to. “Do you realize it’s almost like we’re fucking for a break-up when we didn’t actually date?” he asked as he smoothed a warm palm over my waist, hip and bottom, two of his fingers all the way inside me.

Trying to hide the prudish part of me I replied: “That is hardly a graceful word to use Brady.” I was also trying to hide the part of me that hurt. ‘Fucking for a breakup.’ Ugh.

“Right” he breathed from the nose, lifting himself with me on his lap then he tossed me down on the bed on my back. He slithered himself to lower on top of me and gifted me his divine mouth to feed on in the most passionate and sensational of ways. I moved my hips up giving him the signal that he could give me what I was low-key afraid of but wanted most. Finally, he released a loud grunt of the breath he was holding in before he lined up to enter me with his covered head.

I felt stuffed with more of that foreign feel of intrusion but now more than ever I didn’t want it to show. So I used my hands pressing his hips to encourage him to fully slip inside me. Once I had him deep inside, shuddering pain cut deep into me. I felt my muscles strain and without meaning to I cried from the pain.

He pressed back into me.

I gasped a soundless gag at the pain that diminished a bit when he caressed my face. Paused then went slower getting me comfortable with the unfamiliar penetration.

Once settled, after the practice of breathing exercises I began a slow rotation of my hips urging him to fuck into me. Then carefully he moved, the edges of his pectoral muscles caressing my dick lying hard and dripping on my naked stomach. His hands carefully tightened on my thighs then directed my legs to spread apart, wider. His cock felt warm and at the same time cold. I felt his erection grow larger and stiffer. Where pain was, pleasure took office too by a welcome force I think we both felt.

Over time his thrusts became all-powerful filling my body with comfortable pleasure. I felt like I was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something inside him, something special inside him, was slowly working its way through into me. That part of me at my core begging to escape lay over spreading itself in submission to him as well.

Grunts and moans bounced off within the room. Our bodies were sweaty and meshed together as he rotated his hips in slow tantalizing circular motions. Same motions he was now tongue fucking my mouth senseless with.

He choked my neck short-circuiting my breathing and I think I would’ve flipped out if I were in bed with any other guy but there I was. Liking it and watching in a declining trance as his eyes flickered to a wild icy silver before he tried to close them in vain. His fangs dropped, and his grip on my ass grew tighter, burning ferociously as he spread my cheeks apart and slapped them back together then repeated the motion.

I wanted to feel embarrassed by the action but alas my body writhed with satisfied desire. An even louder cry-like a moan escaped my lips and I may have dug my nails into his back enough to scrape bits of his skin under my nails.

Then finally! Brady lowered his fangs right into my neck drawing blood; making me feel the blood in my veins rush with a hush heady sound; I could feel the boil in it that lit my skin on a hypothetical fire. The throes of pleasure I was sent to could only be sedated to relieve the intensity with a cry. My state of being was enveloped with the mixture of mine and Brady’s scent swirling all around us in the air.

I felt dizzy with desire.

I felt drunk as though I’d just been claimed.

My heart thrummed with fulfilment and my body felt strong and liquid as my mate’s thrusts grew deeper, faster, harder as his grip on my hair and ass grew tighter. Never losing resolve or effect on my bare skin. My body yielded beyond expectation and shuddered, fangs flapped out then shrouded back. My knees wobbled as my toes curled. “I’m ...I’m coming” I laboured to speak.

Brady dropped his lips to mine “Come for me, baby.” he spoke into my mouth his voice hoarser and worked. Then he was kissing me as my body milked its release on his stomach. I’d never felt like this before, never had I imagined sex to feel this satisfying.

He raked a hand through his hair, and after a moment he gripped my leg to kiss my ankle, calf and knee then hiked it up to rest on his shoulder. His gaze travelled from my exposed flesh to my eyes, maintaining the speed he was using on the thrusts before he came down into the latex. Then we both collapsed on the bed high up in a metaphorical sky that felt authentic and filled with ecstasy. If there was ever a time, I wanted him to ask me to run away with him, it was then.

He didn’t though.

We just stared at each other my eyes were burning and Brady’s looked glazed as he stared at me as if trying to read into my soul. I reached a hand out to push stray locks from covering his stunning eyes. They were a brilliant shade of blue, that helped make his face absolutely handsome, so handsome it stole my smile and a couple of my heartbeats. I was fucked, every which way fucked.

“Why do I have a feeling you’re a virgin?”

I looked away and took too long to answer with the truth, “Was.”

“Why did you make me think you weren’t?”

Before I could answer with my shame, he rolled up on the bed, fingers massaging his temples and announced. “Tyler?”

“It’s Malik” I corrected, my nose scrunching itself, in jealousy and confusion.

“No” he got up in a seating position “Tyler is in my head, here” he grabbed me by the neck and kissed me. Suddenly I was transported into a realm of his mind where I could hear Tyler and Greg’s words.

Apparently, it was time.

Time to break the mate’s bond with the man I loved.

He looked at me with a wistful sadness.

I propped myself up on my elbows next to him “I really am sorry.”

“As you heard. The entire pack is gathered already. Best we not late,” he said, his focus already halfway out the door.

“But you marked me?”

“You know it doesn’t change anything.” he looked back. “Let’s go.”

I tried for words but all I could settle to manage was a facial expression and a softly spoken, please.

“It’s what you wanted remember?”